"All right, I'll go sell it now!" An Mingqi was about to go out.
Tang Yuchen suddenly spoke indifferently, "Did I allow you to leave?"
An Mingqi froze in shock, and after stopping, his feet couldn't move anymore.
"Tang Yuchen, what do you mean!" An Ruo yelled at him urgently, "Xiao Ji is having an asthma attack, and he will die without his medicine!"
"He has to apologize to me first, even if he dies!" the man said mercilessly.
Everyone was shocked. Today, they truly understood the cruelty of Tang Yuchen.
An Ruo stared at him with widened eyes, her look resembling that of seeing an utterly unforgivable demon.
"Uncle, Aunt, Sister, please go and sell the medicine quickly, save Xiao Ji! I beg you!"
"Mr. Tang..." An Mingqi spoke with difficulty, regardless, An Ji was his nephew, the only descendant of the An Family, he couldn't ignore his life or death.
